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Now You Tell Me

Vs1
Time slipped away from you
-left you where you are now.
Stuck within cracks of your mind,
memories linger somehow –
 
As you wander through the years,
down the back roads you know so well.
At the cross roads, you disappear
into the past - where you dwell.
  
Chorus
Now you tell me that ‘the good-old-days’
are often what you long for.
Now you tell me in subtle ways –
memories fill you with remorse.
 
Vs2
Trusting blindly - you opened your heart,
believing love would stay the same.
Somehow you knew - right from the start
we had to go our separate ways.  
 
Bridge
You battled inner wars - you won them all!
Never loosing - integrity or grace.
You felt His Love & Light, turning to hear His call
I know truth was hard to face……  
                                            
Outro
Time slipped away from you
-left you where you are now.
Stuck within cracks of your mind,
memories linger on…. somehow…
 
 
words / music & arr: Till
leadvocals: Hanna Brouwer
piano & bass: Jelle Visser
recordings: Till
mix: Studio Apres Midi in Burgum
copyright © 2017

The (Farewell) Note 

Vs 1
At the age of nineteen - they sent him off to war,
horrors he encountered - were rotten to the core.
As you read these scribbled words, written by his ghost,
know he did his duty - but this would be - his final note.
 
Vs 2
He told you he was leaving, you doubted every word
You’d been together for so long - in a safe teenager world.
‘I’m gonna join the army’ he announced to everyone.
Cut his hair and packed his bags and left at the crack of dawn.
 
Chorus
They trained him well - he excelled
they said; ‘you’ll be the best’
showed photographs of heroes
with medals on their chest.
Proclaiming ‘Son we need you’
he asked: ‘what can I do?’
They said ‘You fight for our belief
and we’ll take care of you'. 
 
Vs 3
One night he changed – a fiercely fight - became his funeral pyre.
Comrades died - he slipped inside - no more his gun for hire!
They asked him ‘Son what have you done? Don’t turn your back on me!’
Fight for my cause, for army laws, for truth and dignity'!
 
Bridge
They ate him up - spit him out,
trained him – but what for?
He paid his dues without a doubt -
but they demanded more!
No heroes’ death – no crowd will cheer -
it’s all that he could take!
He sat and wrote his farewell note
then took his final break……!
 

music & arrangements: Till
lyrics: Bernie Gainford
lyric editing: Bernie & Till
recordings: Till & Friends 
Copyright © 2017